Yarn Along – I Love Knitting

On Wednesday’s knitters go to Ginny’s to share all the wonderful projects being worked on, finished, frogged, cried over, and learned from. They also tell what they are reading and a little of the storyline or provoking thoughts. I think it is great. So many books, knitting ideas and hints on how to make knitting more enjoyable.

May 22 whippoorwill, missedWhippoorwill is finished and around Miss Shirley’s shoulders.
May 14 progress 005This cowl is coming along well.

May 22  kal 002
  Mystery Minerva KAL

I had to restart several times,
then when I finally kept a correct stitch count
and enough rows,I could finally read my knitting
and see when I goofed.
I’m on clue 1, knitting the short rows.
May 22 counting how I count stitches then wrap & turn

May 22  kal 005Juego Mystery KAL,  knitting clue 2

May 22  kal 004

Just finished reading ‘Love Anthony’ by Lisa Genova.
I highly recommend it – theme autism.
This is the third book I’ve read by Genova like them all.


You will find other neat knitting projects and books for your list to read – here.

Chatting on the Deck


“Chats on the Farmhouse Porch” is a group of friends
gathering to visit,
sip their favorite beverages,
nibble delicious treats
and share their likes and dislikes.

Patrice and Wendell have invited me to join the chatting.
Patrice provides the questions,
we answer.


Are you a heavy sleep, light sleeper, or somewhere in between?

I’m a heavy sleeper, most of the time I never know if/when the Farmer gets out of bed and I rarely hear the radio come on.

Are you currently reading anything interesting?

I just read ‘Love Anthony’ by Lisa Genova. Loved it! Topic autism, parts of the story are Anthony’s words.41GhotjxdrL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_

Do you like to enter contests?

Not often, sometimes I comment on a blog contest – twice I’ve won.

Are you good about taking time to do things you enjoy?

Yes, see post Ten on Tuesday. Picnics.

What’s your favorite food to cook on the grill, or enjoy at a BBQ?

My Dad, missed greatly, BBQ-ed the best steaks and chicken, I can almost taste them.

To visit with other friends click here.

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Ten on Tuesday – Picnics


On Tuesday’s Carole hosts ‘Ten on Tuesdays’.
She chooses a topic – we list ten items.

10 Things You Would Bring on a Picnic.

Picnic – that reminds me of a picnic I took all by myself. It was one of the most enjoyable picnics I’ve ever had.

I drove to a small foothill town, Placerville, CA and visited a Quilt Shop (1).

I asked where I could find a quiet place (2) to eat my lunch, a local winery.

I found a table in the shade with gentle breezes  by a small stream(3).

Out of my pretty insulated bag(4) I took:

A pretty plate and glass (5)

A coordinated cloth napkin (6)

A fork and a steak knife (7)

My favorite foods (8) – leftover chicken fried steak, cottage cheese and  pineapple, tomatoes – I just can’t remember what I took for dessert, but I’m sure I brought something sweet, and diet Pepsi/ice.

The current book I was reading (9).

And a commodity most precious  – enough unhurried time (10).

I’m sure you would have enjoyed it – at another table.  🙂

To see what others bring on their picnics click here.








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May 22, Today’s thought – Through God’s Eyes, Part 1

May 22 peg's iris 001Creamy yellow iris from Sister Peg

Good Morning

Biker, Banker, Bum (Part 1)

“And he was restored and saw everyone clearly.” (Mark 8:25 NKJV)

A few years ago while sitting in my car waiting for the light to change on a midsummer’s morning in Boulder, Colorado, my attention was abruptly seized by the earth-shaking roar of an unmuffled Harley pulling alongside my car. I slowly turned to look at the rider hanging on his chopper like a baboon in a tree, and I easily sized him up in an instant.
Long blond greasy hair tied in a ponytail; sweaty, red bandana headband; Fu Manchu mustache; offensive tattoos etched on every square inch of his neck and arms; and an undeniable fury swirling about his head like wasps around an agitated nest. “Now there’s a biker,” I thought to myself. “Better give him a wide berth!”

Turning back to see if the light had changed I couldn’t help but notice a smartly dressed gentleman coming out of First National Bank, carrying an expensive leather attaché and walking briskly toward a brand new Cadillac. His was a bright look of capital conquest; king of all he surveyed. “Now there’s a banker,” I automatically concluded. “It sure would be nice to have a guy like that interested in my ministry.”

The light had not changed yet so I risked one more guarded glance toward the biker. In doing so my eyes caught sight of a ruffled old man staggering out of a thick hedge of shrubs bordering the city park. He had spent the night burrowed in the bushes, and I think the Harley woke him up.

He was days unshaven, weeks unshowered, and years unsure. Brushing the leaves out of his matted hair, and squinting so as to ease the flood of sunshine into his blood shot eyes — the homeless man stumbled into yet another meaningless day with patented indifference. “And there is a bum if ever I saw one,” I casually thought to myself. “What a waste.”
Then it hit me. Biker, banker, bum.

The unintended symmetry in my spur-of-the-moment opinions startled me. And as these words replayed in my mind, a quiet sense of conviction began to settle upon me. Somehow I could tell that the Lord was examining me in that moment, and that what had just happened was not exactly what I wanted Him to see. For right then — without any sense of forethought, discernment, or compassion — I had labeled three people I didn’t even know; and had done so with a cavalier sense of self-certainty: “Biker, Banker, Bum.”

I tell you what — let me step aside until tomorrow, and I’ll tell you of an event in the life of Jesus that relates to this awkward moment. We’ll come back to my experience at the intersection a little later. It’s a long light anyway; we have time….Rylie

Open my eyes . . . Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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